American Comics: Creating Seireitei And Replaying The Shinigami Script

Gentle sunlight streamed in through the white curtains.

The old-fashioned electric fan above the head rotates slowly with bursts of stuttering sounds.

A slightly worn radio also played exciting baseball games.

"Lonker, the captain of the Dodgers, swung the bat. Oh my God! It was also a high fly ball. He flew directly over Rick's head and flew out of bounds. Layton took the opportunity to quickly run to third base..."

Amidst the noise of the radio, Steve slowly stood up and moved his hands and feet, then sat back on the edge of the bed and observed the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, he heard a broadcast that was inconsistent with his knowledge. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the radio not far away, and his long-standing memories began to be recalled bit by bit.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a female soldier walked in with a smile on her face.

"Good morning, Captain."

The female soldier smiled and said hello to Steve, then glanced at her watch and joked: "Or... I should say good afternoon."

"This is where?"

Not being fooled by the female soldier's smile, Steve asked with a slightly wary tone.

"This is a post-operative recovery ward in New York City."

Facing the question, the female soldier skillfully closed the door and answered.

"Miracle, they actually came back again at this critical moment. With a home run, the Dodgers took a huge lead 8 to 4. It seems that victory is far away from the Phillies..."

Just a moment after the female soldier's voice fell, the slightly old radio sounded the passionate shout again.

This made Steve subconsciously turn his head to look at it again.

At this moment, the long-sleeping memory had emerged in his mind. Then he looked at the strange female soldier in front of him again and asked again seriously.

"Where am I?"

"Captain, I don't quite understand what you mean?"

The female soldier's expression changed, but she quickly put it back and spoke in a roundabout way.

"This baseball game took place in May 1941, and I know it very well because I was there watching the game."

Steve glanced at the slightly worn radio, then walked towards the stiff-faced female soldier step by step, and asked again.

"I ask one last time, where am I?"

"Captain Rogers, I am..."

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the female soldier spoke to delay the situation, and then secretly pressed the alarm hidden in her hand.

"What are you doing!?"

Keenly aware of the female soldier's little movements, Steve frowned and shouted subconsciously.

At this moment, the door was opened again, and then two agents in black walked in from the outside.

Seeing this scene, Steve became increasingly uneasy. At this time, he didn't care to continue the conversation with the female soldier, and just punched her twice.

"Bang! Bang bang!!"

With loud noises one after another, the two agents in black who had just stepped into the room flew out on the spot and smashed a large hole in the wall.

Taking this opportunity, Steve jumped out through the big hole.

Then, he soon discovered that the ward he originally lived in turned out to be a carefully designed scene.

Outside that scene is a completely sealed secret room.

"Captain Steve."

In the fake ward behind her, she noticed that two of her colleagues were knocked down. The female soldier hurriedly ran out: "Please wait a moment!!"

Steve didn't pay much attention, but after looking around with uneasiness, he immediately opened the fire door and ran outside.

"Alert, code 13, all units at attention, emergency code 13."

"Repeat, alert, code 13, all units at attention, emergency code 13."

Watching Steve's retreating back, the female soldier hurriedly took out her walkie-talkie and reported the situation to everyone.

On the other side, Steve, who had just escaped from the completely enclosed secret room, soon saw a group of agents in black uniforms chasing him.

Seeing this, Steve didn't dare to neglect, and quickly pushed away the agent who was trying to block his way, and then ran out of the building in one stride.

only...

The scene outside was completely inconsistent with what he had imagined.

One high-rise building after another, people coming and going, crowded vehicles and mixed noises...

These things he had never seen before made Steve feel an out of place discomfort.

This caused him to start running aimlessly, and did not stop until he reached the center of Times Square in New York City. Then he looked at the surrounding buildings with a blank expression that were hugely different from his own era.

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do next.

Suddenly, black cars rushed into Times Square, surrounding Steve, and at the same time dispersed the surrounding tourists.

"Take it easy, soldier."

Seeing that the surrounding arrangements were in place, Nick Fury, who rushed from the headquarters, immediately got out of the car, then looked at Steve and said in a deep voice.

"Where is this?"

Turning around, he saw a one-eyed black man walking towards him. Steve quickly calmed down the confusion on his face and repeated his previous words with a vigilant look.

"This is New York."

Nick Fury looked at the veteran in front of him and said: "Soldier, I'm sorry about the performance just now, but... we think it's best for you to accept it slowly."

"Accept what?"

A bad premonition arose in Steve's mind, causing him to take a deep breath and be silent for several seconds before slowly asking.

"..."

Nick Fury was silent for a while before he spoke a cruel truth.

"You have been sleeping, Captain, for almost seventy years."

Hearing this, Steve's expression suddenly froze.

The next second, an indescribable emotion surged into his heart, making him feel at a loss and he didn't know where to start.

"Soldier, are you okay?"

Looking at the confused Steve in front of him, Nick Fury couldn't help but express concern.

"It's okay, um, I just..."

Steve's words were choked by the inexplicably suppressed emotions.

He frowned and looked up at the distant sky, wondering if his beauty was still waiting for that dance...

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